Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Eight Can't Take It
The blood is bright red, which does not mean it is poisoned.
Zhu Biao's expression suddenly changed. He had breathed out from the palm of his hand and seeped into her vest. He could clearly feel that Song Yingzhu's internal energy was sluggish and her internal breath was messy.
"Are you injured elsewhere?" He put the dart directly in front of Song Yingzhu's eyes, and Song Yingzhu, who was more experienced in the world, immediately discovered the problem.
"But no..." There really wasn't anything else that hurt. Song Yingzhu's heart felt tight. In this situation, it was obvious that she was going to be in big trouble.
"Stab-" Zhu Biao tore open the clothes around the wound on Song Yingzhu's shoulder and tore off two skeins of cloth from the hem of his clothes. One of the skeins was dipped in water in the stream and he quickly cleaned Song Yingzhu's wound.
Then apply the wound medicine and quickly wrap it in the second bandage.
There was no intention to take advantage of it. This non-toxic wound was no longer the point. Zhu Biao turned to Song Yingzhu and said, "What's wrong? You haven't felt it yet?"
When they broke out on the mountain, they were down to earth. Both of them were tense and extremely nervous. If Song Yingzhu had been hit by a powerful concealed weapon, such as a fine needle, it would have been like a mosquito bite after hitting someone.
There is no difference. Once the toxin attacks, the muscles become numb and have no feeling. It is not uncommon for people to ignore it.
"You go over there and watch for me, I'll do it myself." Zhu Biao's limited experience could even imagine Song Yingzhu, let alone Song Yingzhu. She already felt that a certain part of her body was stiffening, and this was this place
It must never be seen by outsiders.
Although she was completely weak, Song Yingzhu still struggled to get up.
Zhu Biao had already understood. Song Yingzhu had already felt something, but he was in a special position and could not help. The children of Jianghu were informal, and compared with village women and ladies from wealthy families, they were much more cheerful, but they were not unrestrained.
restrain.
Seeing Song Yingzhu struggling to get up, not even caring about the newly bandaged wound on his left shoulder and back, and using his left hand, Zhu Biao's eyes flashed. He took a step forward, hugged Song Yingzhu with his arms and gently placed it behind Qingshi.
Then he jumped up and down and rushed into the woods.
Although the bluestone is not big, there is a small pit under the stone on the side where Song Yingzhu is. As long as you are careful, you can cover it with your whole body.
Watching Zhu Biao fall into the woods in two or three, Song Yingzhu breathed a sigh of relief. This was all she could do. Safety in the true sense does not depend on how much the stone can cover it. It depends on Zhu Biao's character and consciousness.
.Otherwise, if you have a ready-made house for yourself to live in, how can you stop Zhu Biao's bullying?
After untying the ribbon that tied the waist, half-peeling off the skirt and trousers, the moonlight shone on the snow-white skin of a curved waist, casting a layer of charming porcelain jade luster.
Also on the left side, on the round mound wrapped in purple underwear, three thin needles with a length of three to four minutes are exposed and neatly arranged in a triangle shape in the center of the dome.
"ah--"
Even when she turned her head, she couldn't see the location. Song Yingzhu could only slowly touch the exact location with her hands. She couldn't even feel the touch when pressing on the round mound. She pinched one and pulled it out.
One, two...
Song Yingzhu divided her mind into three tasks. On one side, she was hunched over, supporting the stone with her right arm and pulling out the poisonous needle with her left hand. On the other hand, she looked up at the woods where Zhu Biao disappeared, fearing that he would suddenly appear. She also had to pay more attention to her own back, if someone were to
Seeing his current state, not only did he suffer disaster, but he was even more embarrassed.
With her heart in turmoil and her whole body weak, how much strength can she muster to keep her innocence? Especially since the Quyuan point on Song Yingzhu's left shoulder has not yet been unlocked. The left half of her body is not very flexible.
One stick, the forehead is dripping with sweat, two sticks, the back is full of fluids, and the strength must be exhausted little by little. By the third stick, first the right arm supporting the stone trembles, and then the arched waist becomes straight and can no longer continue,
In the end, the knees of both legs sank down as if they were filled with lead water. The third poisonous needle was pulled out halfway, and Song Yingzhu couldn't hold it up anymore and fell to his knees. The poisonous needle that had been half pulled out was pressed again.
Go down.
Even though the left half of his hip was numb, especially the top of the dome where the needle was inserted, Song Yingzhu felt a little pain when the poisonous needle was inserted again.
The greater pain still came from his knees. He didn't know whether it was really that painful to kneel down, or whether it was because he had lost his internal power to protect his body and was hit by this poisonous needle. Song Yingzhu's body sensation changed, and his knees suddenly hit each other.
It was an excruciating pain on the bumpy pebbles.
"Russing..." Zhu Biao rushed out of the woods with the sound of his belt piercing the air. Song Yingzhu's scream startled him. Could there be an enemy or something...
Zhu Biao could now fully imagine how seductive Song Yingzhu looked, even though he had been holding back from taking a peek back just now.
But the moment Song Yingzhu screamed, a surge of anger suddenly surged in his heart - he did not allow outsiders to see Song Yingzhu's current appearance.
When Song Yingzhu was exposed, he suffered a loss. Somehow, such an equation surged strongly in his heart.
Yes, Zhu Biao had such a pure feeling, completely based on his true feelings in his heart, and did not look at the problem from Song Yingzhu's innocent point of view.
Is it because Song Yingzhu is completely in his hands now? She is not his relative, and it is impossible to have any feelings after one night of contact. Zhu Biao's thinking can only be said to be a man's possessiveness and dominance over women.
"Ah..." A louder scream came from Song Yingzhu's mouth. Before she could recover from the pain in her knees, Zhu Biao had already passed over the bluestone and jumped in front of him.
The eyes were filled with brilliance, and the jade-white skin on her waist and buttocks directly caught Zhu Biao's eyes.
"Close your eyes quickly..." Song Yingzhu was almost crying. She didn't even care about her shame. She couldn't even say a word, and she hurriedly reached out to put down the yellow shirt that was lifted up to her waist.
Although it was only a thin layer, it was better than the current state. Her naked lower body fell into the eyes of a man who was nearly half her size. This made her feel ashamed and shameless.
"Don't move—" Song Yingzhu's hand was pressed on her back by Zhu Biao, and her yellow shirt was still held up around her waist.
Her mind went blank. Song Yingzhu, who was kneeling on her knees, knew that she was now looking at Zhu Biao's eyes at the most shy and mysterious part of herself. That scene only flashed through Song Yingzhu's mind, and her whole body was filled with confusion.
They were all stupid.
On the purple trousers, Zhu Biao gently lifted the tail of the poisonous needle and pulled out the round mound.
It is about the length of an index finger and as thin as a flower needle. What is strange is that it is a soft needle with a bright silver body. Zhu Biao holds the tail of the needle and stands in front of his eyes. The tip of the needle can be bent halfway up. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell it.
A faint scent of perfume.
Normally, Zhu Biao would have held this kind of hidden weapon in his hand and played with it carefully, but now, he put it into the pouch on the inside of his belt. Due to his different status, he did not wear a treasure bag, which is a must-have for people in the world, but
A small pocket attached to the belt was sewn on the inside of the belt. His eyes were still staring at the plump round mounds in front of him.
"Zhu Biao, I misjudged you, you are a villain who takes advantage of others' danger..."
Zhu Biao stared at the pair of round mounds for a long time. Anyway, it was not until Song Yingzhu, who was ashamed, angry and angry, cursed loudly that he came back to his senses.
After three or four years of not knowing the taste of meat, how could a hot-blooded man withstand the temptation in front of him? In his previous life, he was not the boyfriend of the fifth girl. Although the relationship in that life ended up being separated, he was a poor woman with no money and no house.
Well, who would be willing to eat grass after eating meat?
Anyway, it was Zhu Biao who was determined and resolute, otherwise there would be nothing he could do if Song Yingzhu cried to death now that he was mounting his gun.
"If I were really a villain, I would just do it to you." He picked up the two soft needles and put them in his waist pocket. Zhu Biao picked up Song Yingzhu and scratched his head. What should he do with her wound?
Just take off the obscene pants to see? It's too dirty. Once Song Yingzhu can move, he will definitely fight for her, which is almost the same as taking possession of her body. Song Yingzhu and Li Haoran are a famous loving couple in the Nine Curved Sword Sect. They have similar family backgrounds, and
They have been together for more than ten years and have raised a precious son like Li Yixiao. If Zhu Biao took advantage of her innocence and she followed Zhu Biao, then there would be no such thing as a prostitute in the world.
I can't ignore it. My whole body is just soft and weak now. I don't know if the disordered inner breath is also related to the poisonous needle, or it's just because of the error in acupuncture. But what if it is really poisonous? I remember someone on the mountain said,
Is it 'toxic to the bones'? Zhu Biao felt uneasy.
Then...
"Tsk..."
"Zhu Biao——" Amidst the sound of the tearing of fine cloth, Song Yingzhu trembled violently, his face turned extremely pale, and he gritted his teeth and said these two words with hatred.
"If you continue to be dishonest, I will strip you completely."
After suppressing Song Yingzhu's struggle, Zhu Biao's heart completely relaxed and relaxed. The thing had happened and there was no going back. He had to face it. He held Song Yingzhu's waist with both hands and said with a smile.
Song Yingzhu, who was struggling hard, froze immediately. Although her "strength" was so weak, she had to give in after being hit by Zhu Biao. The bottom of her panties was only torn on the left round mound.
There is a huge difference between a part of it and the whole thing being taken off.
But the fact is that if it weren't for her previous scream, the relationship between Zhu Biao and her would never have progressed to this point.
Because it is impossible for Zhu Biao to use force on her, and it is impossible for her to take the initiative to seduce Zhu Biao. There is a high probability that in the next period of time, Zhu Biao will have several close physical contacts with Song Yingzhu, such as when he carries her on his back.
From Song Yingzhu.
The two of them may have a different feeling in their hearts because of this, but they will cut it off very wisely. Taking this opportunity, Zhu Biao can have a friendly negotiation with Li Xi, represented by Song Yingzhu, and completely resolve the matter.
The dispute between himself and Li Xie.
Then, if the two of them don't see each other often in the future, then the scene tonight will be just a small memory in life that cannot be told by others.
However, Song Yingzhu just screamed, which was heard in Zhu Biao's ears and in Zhu Biao's heart.
Things have developed to this point, and Zhu Biao can no longer hold back. (To be continued. Registered members of Piaotian Literature recommend this work.
